Don
Windsom stood quietly in the shade of the big Catalpa tree that
offered both shade from the sun and cooling from the transpiration
of the big leaves that hung overhead. It was an unusually hot
summer day even for July as the sky was filling with big cumulus
clouds and thunder heads. Most of the people of the town had
sought the comfort of air conditioning and the streets were
nearly deserted as Don stood thinking.

As
he stood there, Don's eyes slowly surveyed the town, he was
remembering what it had been four years ago when he'd left.
As he surveyed the familiar, yet different town, he wondered
if any of the people his age were still around and what had
happened in their lives. Jenny Kiddet came to his mind.

Jenny
Kiddet had held such a prominent spot in his mind back then.
Of course, Jenny also stood out in the minds of most young men
in those days and he simply wasn't in her league. He thought
of her long, well-shaped legs and perfectly proportioned torso
and her long, black hair and felt a surge of lust. Funny, after
all the years, his vision of her still aroused a passion.

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Of
course, back in high school, that lust been his constant companion
and he'd spent untold hours in a state of arousal just thinking of
her. Late at night, he had lurid dreams of her. At times, he had ached
for her. It was even as he pined for her that he had recognized the
hopelessness of his situation as Jenny had been Hank Brady's girlfriend
and he was considered by most to be the prize catch of the men at
that time.

As
he stood, contemplating, Don noticed a heavy set man get out of his
car and enter the ice cream shop. There were people moving about even
in the extreme heat of summer. A large hawk circled about cutting
lazy circles in the darkening sky. Then, a slight breeze brought cooling
as Don continued his reverie.

He
stood thinking. Perhaps he should go to his old home where his drunken
mother might heap her hate and discontent with the world on him like
she had to his father. It was a dismal thought and he quickly considered
alternatives. Most of his former friends were too busy with their
own lives to entertain him. Perhaps he should return to his ship and
forego his leave. The ship and the Navy was his new life and it was
a good one. He had friends there and there was comfort and security
there. Still, he hesitated. He'd come a great distance to revisit
the place of his youth and it seemed like a shame to just walk away.
Perhaps something might turn up yet, something that would arouse his
interest.

It
was then that he saw a man and a woman walk into the saloon across
the street. As they hurried into beat the heat through the air conditioned
tavern, he thought to himself that the they would soon be having a
nice cold beer and it appealed to him as well. It was as he felt the
cool zephyr and the first drop of summer rain that he realized that
he was about to get wet and quickly sought shelter in the saloon where
he entered, his body soaking wet from the short exposure to the summer
deluge. There at the bar, the evaporating water drawing heat from
his body, he called out simply, "A glass of tap beer please." Then,
he sat on the old bar stool and rested his elbows on the bar. His
mood was indifferent and he thought that perhaps he should just go
back to the ship.

He
fondly recalled his stateroom where he lived quite comfortably and
the wardroom where he found camaraderie and even an occasional friendship.
It hadn't been easy but he'd attained a measure of success in the
Navy. Four years at the Naval Academy and three more at sea, where
he'd learned his profession well, eventually guaranteed that he'd
rise to the top of the ranks.

As
the bartender brought his beer, Don thanked him and he drank the first
few sips. "Ain't you Don Windsom?," the Bartender asked and Don sought
to remember the man who had addressed him.

As
he quickly recalled names from the past, it came to him and he responded,
"It sure is Hank," and reached out his hand to shake that clammy hand
of the Bartender. They greeted and exchanged pleasantries but Don
had never felt close to Hank, even in high school, and felt the urge
to end the conversation. Hank, however, sought to extend it and he
talked.

As
Hank talked, he told of having moved in with Jenny Kiddet right out
of high school. They both had fucked like rabbits for a while then,
it'd kinda worn off and she'd moved out. "The bitch runs the restaurant
next door now - hates my guts." As he talked, Don observed Hank's
pompous nature that had always irritated him in the past and perhaps
more so now. Hank continued, "Bitch took me for all I was worth when
she left me. She took the car and left me with the fuckin' house.
Well, there's lot's of hot cunt around and I'm getting my share. She's
going broke trying to make that cafe work; serves her right too, she
can just kiss my ass."

"Hank,
you're still a tool," Don said as he moved off the bar stool and strode
to the door. He'd never cared much for Hank and now he rather disliked
him. As he approached the door, he noted that the rain still fell
in torrents and made a quick decision to brave the rain rather than
be around Hank any longer.

Outside,
he hugged the wall of the building where the rain could not reach
and moved sideways. When he felt the handle, he opened the door to
the cafe restaurant and entered to find the place vacant except for
the woman reading the newspaper at the counter. He recognized her
instantly , though she'd changed.

As
he observed her, he saw the same beautiful figure and long black hair,
the body that had always incited so much lust, but her eyes were different.
Her face carried a look of sadness. Strange, he thought, he felt no
rush of excitement. "Jenny Kidder, how are you?" he said.

As
she looked up from her paper, the woman seemed only slightly interested
as she surveyed the arriving patron. Suddenly, Jenny dropped her paper
and stood as a smile crossed her face. "Is that you Don Windsom?"
she said as she moved towards him and embraced him in a friendly manner.
For the first time since his return, Don felt the warmth of friendship
and for the first time he felt Jenny Kiddet's arms around him.

Don
decided it felt good and strangely, he felt no surge of arousal. Why,
he wondered, was there no sexual drive that had driven him to distraction
on so many occasions in the past? Perhaps it was her new look, not
at all like he remembered in her past. Perhaps he was just older and
wiser and had outgrown his childhood infatuation. Don was sure he
saw tension and fear on Jenny. She was not happy and it showed. The
small facial wrinkles at her eyes betrayed her lack of serenity. Still,
Don felt something warm and comfortable as they greeted and began
to talk.

The
talk seemed to come easily as the two reminisced about old times.
Never close friends before, they spoke openly as people in small towns
often do. Don asked questions about old classmates and sought general
information about the town as Jenny answered those questions and sought
information about Don's life in the Navy.

Gradually,
as familiarity and trust developed between them, their discussion
became more intimate as Jenny told of her living with Hank. She'd
grown up with Hank and it'd seemed only natural that they be together
so when they'd graduated from high school she passed up her chance
for college and went to live with him. She'd known it was a bad arrangement
from the start and had tried to make it work.

As
she talked, she poured coffee for them and they seated themselves
at the counter, facing each other. Suddenly, Don felt close to her,
closer than he could ever remember being to anyone. This feeling was
strange; yet, comfortable. His mind seemed filled with good feelings
and he only wanted them to continue. As he sat, talking and analyzing
his feelings, Don felt like he wanted to be with this woman forever.
Strangely, he felt no surge of sexual demanding urges. On the contrary,
he felt a slow building of something he couldn't remember ever feeling
before. He wanted to touch and caress her.

Strange,
he thought, why did he simply seek a simple touch? Always before he
had envisioned wild sexual abandon in his dreams, but, this wasn't
a dream and she was there in person. She seemed open to his advances
or maybe she was just being friendly. Somehow, she had changed. It
was as he was deeply in thought, considering his situation that he
felt it; Jenny had placed her hand on his bare arm and it felt good.
He wondered if she coming on to him or was it just a gesture of friendly
warmth? Regardless, it felt good.

As
Don sought to comprehend the situation, his eyes met Jenny's as if
they were trying to communicate something, but what. Was it simply
friendly camaraderie between old schoolmates or was it something more
personal. Don felt his old lack of ability in social situations as
never before. Still, he tried, it was only with his maximum effort
that he was able to keep a steady flow of conversation while Jenny
seemed so at ease with him, while he thought that she must consider
him a real loser and unable to meet her at her social skill level.
He wondered why he'd always been able to meet socially with the best
in the Navy and in the Navy circles; yet, he was unable to match this
country woman in a single, lone conversation. He continued to try.

As
the hours passed, Jenny closed and locked the doors and turned off
the grills as something held them in conversation. As he watched her
go about her work, he saw something that seemed to have changed in
her demeanor. When they'd first met he'd detected tension and sadness
but it seemed to have abated as she smiled occasionally and seemed
more alert and alive. He silently appraised her, and found himself
adoring her with his eyes, she had a quiet type of beauty that he'd
never seen before. For the first time that evening, he felt his body
quicken as a slight surge of passion passed over it and then, it was
gone from his mind as Jenny returned with more coffee and sat beside
him. Their eyes met and Don thought he saw something in Jenny, something
he didn't understand again.

The two became closer and seemed to be trying to communicate only
to be frustrated by their lack of ability to communicate. They began
to talk more intimately as Jenny talked of her immediate problems.
Jenny explained that her life was tied up in the cafe and it was not
making a profit. She'd had to discharge the cook and assume both cook
and waitress duties and now it was still a loser. There were simply
no alternatives left except to declare bankruptcy. This time, as Don
looked into her eyes, he saw tears. She spoke of being a loser in
life and of her lack of a future; she looked alone and vulnerable.

Don,
seeing her in that condition, thought briefly of making his move and
taking advantage of her vulnerability. Most of his life he had dreamt
of jumping Jenny's bones and he saw the possibility in front of him.
Then, as he felt their closeness and the pleasure it provided, he
realized that he could never do it, he cursed himself for his feelings
as he realized he could never take advantage of Jenny. Somehow, he
thought, it just wouldn't be fair.

Instead, they talked on, intimately, and it felt good. Soon, Don felt
good about his leave from the Navy for the first time. So it was that
he parted from his friend near midnight and returned to his hotel
room. During the short walk to the hotel, the tropical night seemed
to offer pleasant feelings as his thoughts returned often to the woman
he'd just left.

In
his room, he moved quickly to bed and to sleep. He slept soundly as
usual. It was a deep, dreamless sleep that provided rest ad when he
arose at 0630, he felt fit and ready for the day. After showering
and shaving and dressing, he left the hotel and returned to the small
cafe. It had been largely an unplanned visit and one that he seemed
drawn to make. There, he found Jenny busy at serving several customers.
They greeted and somehow Don felt slighted by the coolness of the
whole thing. He sat at the counter and picked up the newspaper which
he read as he waited for Jenny to take his order. It was nearly an
hour when the last of the customers left and Jenny came to sit next
to Don.

After
pouring him coffee and making a large plate of biscuits and gravy
she placed the feast in front of him. For herself, she chose a small
bowl of cottage cheese and fruit and sat facing Don. Their eyes met
and for the first time, clearly communicated their former intimacy.
As realization came to them, Jenny reached to touch his forearm. "I've
got to paint the front of the cafe today and there's very little time
between customers for me to work so if we're to continue this talk
it'll have to be while you watch me work, she said.

As
Don considered what she'd said, he realized just how desperate her
situation was, he thought about how he might help. There was nearly
two weeks of his leave left and there was little else to occupy his
time. Perhaps he might enjoy painting with her. Perhaps they could
find some quality time to enjoy each other. Besides, he needed to
do some physical labor as his Navy duties simply didn't afford him
much opportunity.

The
work went well and by nightfall, the cafe had never looked better
from the front. Don felt a special sense of pride as he'd done most
of the painting and had a big part of the improvement of the cafe.
It was when he asked, "What's next," she had replied, "For me it's
washing the walls and kitchen to remove the grease." Then, she quickly
added, "You can watch if you want."

That
night, at precisely 2100 hours, Don appeared on the site with a large
pressure washer. With the combinations of water and steam, the kitchen
was soon sparkling clean with crumbling plaster and cracks in the
walls evident. Nearly fifty gallons of greasy slime had been removed
and soon it was time for patching the walls and sanding in preparation
for painting. As he worked, Don took satisfaction in the results of
his labor. Only Jenny seemed perturbed by the happenings. Her nervous
tension had returned and she kept saying words about never being able
to repay him. Her eyes seemed to resist what he was doing. But if
Jenny was displeased, Don felt only pleasure in the work he was doing.
It was worth every penny he was spending for equipment and supplies.

With
the dawn came a newly cleaned and decorated kitchen and there was
none finer or better around. It was as Jenny prepared to open the
doors to the cafe to the morning diners that Don realized that she'd
had no sleep in 24 hours and was still functioning. She must be dead
on her feet, he thought. They agreed to take turns napping and at
1130, Jenny came down to serve the lunch crows while Don slept; only
Don didn't sleep. As he lay on her bed and rested, his eyes observed
his surroundings. Jenny was certainly neat. She apparently read a
lot and such authors as Mitchner books adorned her bookshelves. She
apparently had an interest in travel as he observed various travel
books and brochures. Several physics and chemistry textbooks lay on
her desk where they appeared to have been used recently. Then, it
was 1400 hours and Don found himself in charge of the cafe while Jenny
slept.

By
Saturday night, Pappy's Diner sparkled as never before, clean, with
new paint and wall decorations. A new sign advertised in neon. Newspaper
ads had appeared that very last day to show off Pappy's new look.
At exactly 2100 hours, Jenny closed the door to the cafe and went
upstairs to seek sleep.

There,
on the bed, Don slept soundly and she considered. Should she wake
him? It seemed such a shame to wake the tired man after such a hard
week. On the other hand, the floor was hard and she felt no great
desire to sleep on the floor. A few minutes later, she slept beside
Don on the bed.

The
next morning, at 0530, as Jenny showered and dressed, she mused that
she'd slept with Don and he'd never been aware of her presence. What
a shame she thought as she went to open the cafe for Sunday breakfast.
However, Don had been aware of her presence on the bed with him. It
had been a pleasant time as he spooned with her and lay against her
warm body. Though fully clothed, it had been a sensational experience
for him. There, cuddled together in the dark, he lay half awake and
felt the sensations of his youth as his desire rose to new heights.
Of course, older and wiser now, he controlled those wild thoughts
and enjoyed the sensations of this woman with whom he had spooned.

Sometime,
during the night, Don had slept and moved apart from Jenny in such
a way that all that remained were the pleasant memories. It was after
six when he awoke, showered and went down to the cafe where he found
Jenny hard at work. They greeted as their eyes met and exchanged new
intimacies that made them closer than ever before. As he sat at the
counter, Don ate his breakfast in silence as Jenny worked; then, he
returned to his hotel room to pack for his return to his ship.

As
he packed, Don worked silently, deep in thought. He thought of his
leave and of his work at the cafe. Somehow, the newly remodeled cafe
brought satisfaction to him. He'd made it happen. Then, there was
Jenny - once a sex object; and now she was a friend and he was pretty
sure he'd never had a real friend before. Jenny was a friend there
was no doubt in his mind as he mulled over the idea of her being more,
perhaps a potential lover. Of course, he was returning to his ship
and whatever might have was only conjecture as he'd most likely never
see her again. Still, conjecture is a funny thing, I might bring great
pleasure and as he considered the sex that might have been, he felt
pleasure - Jenny brought pleasure in so many ways. He thought about
what might have been if he'd just aroused her as they were spooned
together and smiled.

It
was late afternoon when he returned to the cafe for his dinner. His
mood was rather maudlin as he sat at the counter, talking to Jenny
as she worked and knowing it'd be their last time together. In two
hours, he would board a night sleeper train and be gone. The time
had come to part and Don felt a strange sadness that was new to his
repertoire of feelings. He didn't want to leave; yet, duty called.
He didn't want this little time of fun to end. It was when Jenny saw
him preparing to go, she left her duties and went directly to him
where their eyes met and Don saw something he'd never seen before
love. He was sure of it.

As
she approached, Jenny embraced him and kissed him squarely on the
lips. It was a very expressive kiss and promised him so much more
than he'd ever imagined. Don's mind became chaotic as he realized
what was developing between them. As he left the cafe, he thought
about Jenny and what might have been but it was too late now. They'd
said their good-byes and he was boarding the train to his old life
on the ship.

For
the next few days, Jenny was frequently on his mind and late at night,
in his bunk, he remembered her as she had been in the cafe, friendly
and open. He'd screwed up again and it was too late. Only the press
of his duties and the call of his present day activities replaced
her in his thoughts until, more and more, each day, she was relegated
to the back of his mind next to total oblivion. There were more urgent
matters to occupy his thoughts.

Eventually,
it was winter and Don was checking his email messages when he saw
a reference to Jenny Kiddet on the face book and his interest was
piqued. He went to her page and was granted admission to her page
where he saw her face looking youthful and showing no signs of tension
or discomfort. This view seemed to bring pleasure to Don as he thought
of her.

As
he reviewed the messages on her face book page it soon became apparent
that she and her cafe were doing well. She was now a full-time manager
with three cooks and nine full-time wait staff. She'd taken over the
old bar and remodeled it into a picturesque old time saloon where
she had family entertainment and only soft drinks. The thought that
she was doing well seemed to bring pleasure as he recalled his part
in getting it all started. As he read of her success, Don's thoughts
were scattered and gradually settled into sound reasoning. Jenny had
been his friend and they had enjoyed each other's company, then, he'd
felt more. It was a new feeling to him but he knew that he'd loved
her. Of course, he'd played the dammed fool and let her get away,
but in his mind it was too late now.

That
night, after a hectic evening watch, Don slept only occasionally as
his thought returned to Jenny. He tried various means to bring on
sleep but each time his mind returned to the woman he loved and lost.
He sat at breakfast, lost in thought, as he ate slowly, without any
knowledge of what he was eating as his thoughts were only of Jenny.
It was as he perused his own Facebook page later that he saw it; a
message from Jenny. It had been written in such a manner that there
was privacy and only he could read it.

Don
- since you left. I've come to realize that I've lost something very
valuable and I let it go, I want to be with you, to get as close as
a man and a woman can be. You're the only man that I've ever met that
inspired that in me. Since you've never made any advances toward me,
I guess it's up to me to make this proposition. Are you interested?
- Jenny.

The
message was dated a few hours earlier and obviously in response to
his message earlier and he immediately began to compose a response.
It was then that the collision alarm sounded and Don felt himself
violently thrust onto the deck by the sudden impact. He raced to the
companionway and ladder to the bridge but found it gone and a wall
of sea water rapidly filling, the forward fire room where machinery
sputtered and stopped as steam arose.

A
few minutes later, Don sat in a life raft and contemplated what had
happened. A knot of fear began to develop in his belly. As he contemplated,
he felt a slight pain in his head and was compelled to brush it from
his eyes. He was excited, pumped with adrenaline; yet, unable to act
reasonably. He wondered where his friends were, friends who had lived
and worked the ship just like himself. Were they alive?

It
was much later when Don awoke in a bunk on a dry, comfortable ship.
As he felt the gentle roll of the ship and the bandages that seemed
to surround his aches and pain, he realized that he'd been rescued
and was safe. Then, gradually, over the next couple of days, he learned
that only about a third of the crew from his old ship had survived.
Only three of the fifteen officers had made it.

With
this news, Don's thoughts seemed to ask why me? Why did all the others
have to die? and he grew deeply morose. Somehow, he simply lost his
will to live. He lost all interest in life. The psychiatrists began
to annoy him as they sought to restore is powers of reason. Then,
he was transferred to the Naval hospital and their efforts at healing
continued. Gradually, the cuts and abrasions to the body healed as
his thoughts remained dour and life held no interest for him. Even
his promotion in rank and qualification for command seemed to offer
no interest for him.

It
was the day in the hospital when Jenny appeared and went directly
to his bed where she kissed him on the lips. As she kissed him, her
lips parted and her tongue sought entrance to his mouth. It was sexy
and it was hot, Jenny left no doubt about what she was seeking. Don,
lay quietly at first; then, as he felt the surge of desire and he
moved to respond to her very forward activities. For the first time
since his accident, he showed interest in something and the psychiatrist
who had been observing quickly left to room and shut the door. The
doctor had recognized that Jenny had accomplished what the doctors
could not.

Alone,
Jenny and Don simply enjoyed each other. Jenny explained that she'd
read about the collision at sea in the newspaper and had learned that
Don was in the hospital. She smiled as she said, "I'm gonna make love
to you you're probably the only man I'll ever meet that I want to
be with and have had to work so hard to get. Since you seem to ignore
me, I'm going to take advantage of you right here." Don, fully alert
now and interested in his professed lover, responded, "I never was
much around women but It'll be hard for you to take advantage of such
a willing participant." Their eyes met and love flowed between them.

Meanwhile,
the knowing doctor began making arrangements. A married officer's
room was quickly readied and prepared for Don's occupancy. Two hours
later, visitors were again allowed into his room as Don slowly grasped
what was happening. There in his new room, he was guaranteed privacy
for what Jenny had come to do. His interest remained titillated. The
very thought of her brought passion surging through him.

Jenny
arrived at the new room and they had dinner brought in on trays so
that they could dine together. Don's mind grew sharp as he stood and
walked alone for the first time. He sat in a chair and ate a full
dinner for the first time. Then, as the Corpsman came for the dinner
trays and cleaned and tidied the room before leaving, Don's hand moved
to grasp Jenny's in a gesture of intimacy.

Don's
lust had grown to amazing heights and he wanted the woman who sat
across from him like never before. Their eyes met and as of one accord,
they stood and moved to embrace each other. They kissed and Jenny
slipped out of her shoes to signal her start of the seduction. Then,
as Don assisted Jenny, her panties dropped and her bra soon fell away
to expose her small but beautiful breasts. He drew her to him with
his hands tugging at the cheeks of her derriere, trapping his erect
cock between their bellies. They kissed and feelings stronger than
the lightning and thunder that roared outside raced through them.
Those sexual urges that had so long been denied could no longer be
contained.

Only
Don's weakened condition forced them to go to the bed where he could
relieve the muscle strain. There, he silently cursed his condition
and lay helplessly as Jenny moved to kiss him. It was a wild, sensual
kiss filled with reckless abandon that drove Don's arousal to new
heights. As his mind sought to come to grips with this new situation,
he saw Jenny with her shoes and jacket off and unbuttoning her blouse.
It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen as he lay watching.

As
her blouse and bra fell away to expose her small but perfectly formed
breasts he felt his cock; already erect, it was surging with energy.
Suddenly, he felt like that high school kid again seeking sexual favors
from her. He mused, this time it wasn't just her body that he wanted,
he wanted to possess her completely, to possess her heart and mind
and very soul as his own as well as her magnificent body. As his eyes
feasted on her physical attributes it was their connection that seemed
to matter most but he still cursed himself for being so weak an unable
to move around much and then he began to worry; what if he couldn't
perform?

Jenny
as she disrobed and seemed to perform for him, showing off her sexy
attributes. She was hot and more beautiful than he'd ever remembered
her and then their eyes met. His fear seemed to cause a knot in the
pit of his stomach. His mouth was dry and had an acid taste in it.
His only thought was could he please her?

With
renewed strength he sat up in his bed only to be pressed back down
gently by Jenny's hand. As she restrained him, she moved on to the
bed and lay beside him. There, she moved partially over him to hiss
Don's lips with a tender kiss that seemed to inspire him and give
him a confidence he needed. Again, Don moved, this time partially
over Jenny where he returned the kiss.

Suddenly,
he felt renewed strength and moved to kiss her neck and ears as his
hands found her breasts. He moved by instinct alone as he slowly caressed
her breasts and nipples. His mind reveled in the many pleasures he
was feeling. Gradually they made out and familiarized themselves with
each other. Gradually, their intimacy grew. Gradually, they learned
to make love together.

As
their play continued and they grew more familiar, Don moved his hands
to her groin and his mouth to her breasts. As he carried himself on
his hands and arms so that he might suckle and lave her breasts, he
felt himself weaken and lay on her with his face on her breast. His
worst fear had come to be, he had failed. Again, he silently cursed
himself for having lain abed for so long when he could have been regaining
his strength. Then, he felt it, Jenny's hand on his cock. "Let me
fuck you. Please?" she said.

Without
waiting for a reply, she moved over his so that a knee rested on the
bed beside his ribs. "I want you now." Jenny cried out as their eyes
met and her intent became obvious. Quickly she positioned herself
over Don's erect cock and, with her hand grasped the erect tool and
rubbed it slowly over the entrance to her vagina where it became well
lubricated and smooth.

Slowly,
she positioned his big, throbbing cock so that the crown slid slowly
into her. As they each felt the friction of their first entry together,
they reveled in the sheer joy and took pleasure in each other. It
was an intimacy reserved for special lovers, those who by cooperation
and perseverance had earned it together. It was as Don felt himself
fully impale her pussy that he felt Jenny lean forward and come to
rest on his chest as their lips met in a succulent kiss. Their bodies
moving more and more quickly as she slid up and down his manhood.
Whimpering she tried to keep her moans silent, worried that those
in the hall might hear them. She could not help herself as she felt
the waves of ecstacy overwhelm her and she came and came hard. Her
pussy contracting tightly around his cock sent Don into an amazing
orgasm. His seaman exploded out of his cock and deeply inside her.

They
lay quietly, fully joined by Don's cock in her wet pussy as Jenny
whispered, "I knew it'd be good. You're the greatest." Her eyes danced
with a sparkle he'd never seen before. Funny, he thought, after all
these years he'd seen that sparkle for the first time. They played
and giggled and laughed and it was good. As she lay on his belly,
Jenny felt light as a feather and the sensations where they came together,
flesh to flesh, belly to belly, it felt good. They reveled together
in the erotic sensations. Time seemed to stand still and it might
have gone on forever.

It
was a week later as Don was about to be discharged from the hospital
that word came of his assignment to his first command. He would command
the fast frigate, Gillete as she came off the builders ways. Then
came the 45 days survivors leave and the chance to be with Jenny.
When Don asked Jenny to be his wife, she readily accepted.

Many
years passed and in 2012 Jenny sat proudly next to VADM Donald Windsom,
elegant in his dress white uniform, there on the reviewing stand.
It was to be his last day in the Navy. In the crowd of sailors, two
young men, David and Robert, sat quietly watching their father retire
from the Navy. Both in college now, they had taken a day away from
classes to witness this big event in their parent's lives.

As
Jenny sat, she felt a familiar tingling in her groin area, one she'd
learned to recognize and she thought, this'll be over soon and we
can go home where she could pacify that urgent need. She was a happy
woman free of care since she'd sold the cafe years ago and had gotten
an excellent price for the business too.

As
Don arose to go to the podium to speak, he had mixed emotions. This
would be his last official act as a Naval officer and soon he'd just
be another person. The men standing at attention in front of him might
soon forget him but he'd never forget them. Behind him now, his wife
waited patiently - just as she had for the previous twenty-five years.
He spoke from the heart as he addressed the men and then it was over
and his love was there to guide him through the next stage of his
life.